Julius closed his laptop slowly, his mind heavy with the words of the tech specialist.
He stood up from the couch, his body rigid with a cold anger.
The penthouse was dead quiet, but the air felt charged.
Harrison's dark eyes remained fixed on Julius's pale face, his jaw clenched tight as his Enigma scent continued to flare with a protective aggression.
"A rat," Julius repeated, his voice barely a whisper as he stared blankly at the dark screen. "There is a fucking rat in my company trying to kill my family."
"We go to Vane Global Holdings right now," Julius said, turning toward the door, his eyes bright with fury.
"I want to call a board meeting immediately and fire every single executive. I'll have them dragged out by security until someone talks. There is no time to sit around."
"And then the real rat walks out the back door while you're busy yelling," Harrison countered, his voice steady.
